Chapter 25

The following week, Dey joined Fred and George in some prancking and helped them sell their inventions. Unlike them, she did it more underground, which, for their surprised, work really well and she sold even to a few students they know are prefects. But for the Saturday she had been quiet, she was down at the river with eyes set on the book she took from the Ministry, the one she finally got from George's hand the past Wednesday after a hard effort.

"Why are you down here?" George's voice asked from behind and she turned to see him smiling.

"Just reading. Gotta do that essay for herbology." She said, closing the book and hugging it, George didn't look convince.

"It's ok if you're reading that book." He said after a chuckle. "Found something?"

"…Yes…and I'm gonna need your help." She said, putting her puppy eyes.

"I can't say no to that. What do you need?"

"I need to get out of here, go to Little Hangleton."

"Why?"

"It sais there's a statue there, a gargoyle, that has one of the pieces planted on it's chest. People say it's coincidence, other say the creator got the inspiration, that that's not really a piece."

"Then why do you wanna go there?"

"To check it out, c'mon, help me get there?" She pouted and he laughed, giving in.

"How?"

"You and Fred can distract Umbridge while I go into her chimney and leave."

"Me and Fred?" He shouted. "Oh no, I'm going with you." She just sighed, not wanting to fight over this.

"Ok, ok." He smiled in victory.

"But what if Fred asks?"

"Tell him…we just want some privacy. I'm sure he won't ask anymore."

George nodded in agreement, before kissing her and distracted her from more reading. Before dinner, while everyone was going down, Fred was around Umbridge's classroom, just waiting. When Umbridge came out, he threw across the hall some Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, creating clouds of pure black and scaring her. He called for her between the shadows before he ran out. She barged out of the clouds to catch him throwing some more at every corner, along with detonarors, they were walking around and shouted their alarms at students, making them covers their ears and scream, also run. George and Dey made their way between the clouds and entered the classroom to run to her office. Quickly as they entered, Dey already had the floo powder in hand and threw it before they even reached it.

"Little Hangleton" She said.

"I'll see on the other side." George said and she nodded before stepping in.

The green flames ate her and she appeared out of a chimney, at Little Hangleton, alone and it was pretty for 7pm. She looked around, feeling a bit scared, the house looked abandoned, the furniture was still up, but it was dirty. The lights from outside helped her see bit, she entered the kitchen and it was a mess. She smiled to see a few innocent drawings of a child still up on the fridge, old looking, but still shined in the grey scene. The drawing was of a little kid, a mom and a dad, very child like; stick figures in red, bigger than the house drawn beside them. The drawing had an A written on it, obviously it was a little kid's project or school work. She looked to a corner and the squirrely signature wiped her smile: Tom M. Riddle. She backed away, feeling scared and in danger all of a sudden. A hand grabbed her hips, making her jump and scream.

"Sh, it's me!" George grinned and she slapped him on the chest.

"Not funny." She said, about to laugh.

"Why so jumpy?" He asked and she took a moment to answer.

"I-I think this is Voldemort's house…or was." She whispered, looking around.

"You think?" He looked around and walked back to the living room, there were pictures of a family along with diplomas and plates. "Tom…Riddle." He said, turning serious.

"We should go."

Dey went to grab his hand right when they heard a noise on the roof, like someone landed. They looked at each other before a crash of a window breaking made them jump. They heard footsteps on the wooden ceiling over them and they followed them with their eyes, ending up on the stairs. George pulled her hand to the cardboard and opened it, it looked even darker than the rest of the house, but they still went inside and closed the door behind him. They had to get on their knees to fit well between the boxes and other rubbish that was there. A rat walked around them, passing over Dey's legs, scaring her and making her yelp, but George caught her and covered her mouth, pulling her back into the darkness. They looked trough the little window on the door, a black figured passed by, someone cloaked. Who ever it was looked around, they knew the person knew someone was there, that's what he was looking for. It passed by about two times before they saw it turn into smoke and disappeared. They both sighed and Dey rested back on him, she could feel his heart pounding back to normal. Dey opened the door, slowly to make sure the death eater was gone. When it was, George grabbed her hand and they apparated from there, appearing outside. There weren't any houses around, only a few, maybe not even 5 and they were really far away. Dey's arm went around his, feeling chills down her body. His other hand grabbed hers around his arm, holding on tight to her.

"We can turn around if you want." He whispered.

"N-no. The plate's close. Let's just get it and go." She said, hesitating.

He nodded before he kissed her head and started to walk. He took out his wand, knowing he was the only one who could do magic, he wanted to use it in any case if it meant to protect her. They finally reached the gargoyle, a wing broken and it was cracked, but it was tall and big.

"Watch over."

She slip away from his arm and walked to the statue, she climbed the base and he walked closer. The piece of plate was right there, on it's chest. Out of her bag, she took out a little explosive device.

"Where did that came from?" George asked, grinning.

"Took it away from Seamus while he was busy stuffing himself at lunch." She said before lighting it up with a lighter.

She jumped down and pulled George a few feet away. The explosion wasn't big, but it made the statue crumble down and smoke flew around it and them. When they lowered their arms to see, the statues was in pieces. Dey walked closer, thinking it was all false, but she smiled when the piece of the plate was intact, shining. She took it and showed it to George, who smiled too. She got it in her bag and he walked to her, but a rush of cold wind blew around them, making them give a step back. They looked to the sky and were able to see death eaters on their way, between 3 or 4, they couldn't really tell by the darkness. George grabbed her by the hand and started to run. A green light shot out, hitting right beside George's foot. His swung his wand up and a dry tree they passed by grew bigger, making a death eater crash with it. They suddenly stopped when a death eater appeared in front of them, they turned to the right and kept running, entering a forest. Between the mistreated trees, they could see the death eaters still floating over them. Dey suddenly made a stop, pulling George with her to hid behind a big tree and they clenched down. The death eaters just flew by and they stayed still. Dey peaked her head and saw a little house, like a shack, standing all alone on the forest.

"C'mon."

She pulled George and both ran again to it; they suddenly stopped, spotting a dead snake, old, practically in bones, nailed to it. Feeling the rush of wind again, George slammed his body against the door to open it and closed it behind her. The place was dark, small and covered with filth. He held on to her tight and pulled her away from the door. It was in complete silence, only their pants were heard. Lexia turned to her and chuckled, slowly both started to laugh, breathless. Their hearts were beating fast and they felt their adrenaline pumping up, reminding them of their first time back in Nothingham, after the death eater chase. George was the first one to vend down and kiss her, her arms didn't take long to wrap around his neck and pull him closer. His hands grabbed her hips and he pushed her to the door and she smirked on his lips.

"We should run from death eaters more often." He said, while his hands made their way under her shirt. She just chuckled before they started to kiss again.

"No, c'mon, we should go." She said, pushing him off and he complained. "C'mon, here?"

"I don't mind where, Dey." He smiled to her and she smiled back.

"No, c'mon, it's getting late." He let his head fall back and sighed, but looked back at her, still smiling.

With his hands still on her hips, they apparated. Dey felt a cold breeze, unlike the one in that horrible place, it was relaxing. She looked around and it was a well grown forest, small trees, letting the moon shine trough and giving them more light. The grass was well grown and smooth. They were also beside a river.

"Where are we?"

"It's ok if we return tomorrow? Umbrige might be already in her office and we didn't told Fred to help us back, now even how."

"But where are we?"

"Just a few miles from my house." She smiled, feeling calm.

"Alright."

She got away from him to take off her bag and placed it under a tree, along with her shoes before she went to the river.

"What are you doing?" He asked, laughing.

"I'm sweaty and dirty." The water was up to her waits by now and she dived in.

George was tempted, so he did the same. She was floating, or more likely sitting on the ground in the water. He sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her neck. She turned her head to catch his lips. After splashing each other for a while, they laid under a tree, close to each other to keep their bodies warm. Each minute George would bury her more into his body, waking her up and groan, he would just laugh.

Preview of next chap:

"Listen, if you are planning on doing something to him, I warn you, it won't turn out pretty for you."

"I'm shaking." Dey grinned again and Hermione was losing her patience.

"Harry, are you in this with me? Or are you out?"

"Don't ask me this-"

"In…or out?" Harry stayed looking at her, thinking and going over what he read.